Lyrics:
And every jury has a price
They bring the kids and show the wife
It makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in Soho
And every jury has a price
They bring the kids and show the wife
It makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in
Bitch, I hit it raw don't care about pregnant
I Ain't got no conscious, Jiminy cricket
Oh she looking bad she send a piccy
She got that good head she
Den he started serving Whitney
I was Fuccn with them scams
Now I’m turnt this shit silly
I can switch the flow up
Cause these niggas be piccy
Record
the bassline
Fuck up the city
They like the set
So they like a piccy
Come again
Me against I
I ain't battling men
Make my style
I ain't following trends
I got
she listen to my shit
I seen the piccies
Second stop yeah
Germany to Scotland
Snap a piccy of me standing with the
Loch Ness monster
Took about a dozen but it said delete the picture
Wasn't very
that she be committed
No need to take no second chances with my boo (Ouu Ouu)
No turning head when she with me, more like babe I need a piccy
Cause you
cunch with me
Sold drugs for me
Would you hold guns for me? Loc up with me
How you gonna smoke up with me?
Post up with me and post a piccy (Argh)
If
Debauchery of the highest Order
Eyes wide shut, whilst I'm lapping it up
She can snap me a piccy of that pussy
If she tricky she can have a licky of the dicky
independent
Got a rollie on my wrist, I done get a millie yuh
Way she showing off her sides I might take a piccy yuh
Ay losing control, flooded my wrist,
on the grass
Warm thighs
But she frozen like the rest
Call her witch
Of the wild wild westside
She from LA
Dropping summer film
Piccies by the lake
Never vibe
somebody that needs you
But me, I don't need you
I can have yo lil' beezy, I'm really piccy though
I can't do nothin' with her if she ain't gettin' dough
For
Really
I'm tryna see what's deep inside your mind
That's why i'm piccy wit these women's
I ain't got the time
a piccy
And that jealousy is toxic like
That banger by Britney dreaming of pop stars
We came up in the street like a poplar
That's a tree, like the weed
discovery like who is she (who is she)
Feeling bubbly, pump a piccy
Come get with me (come get with me)
Are you dreaming
Are you still searching for meaning
the city
Pretty for the committee
Smoking completely discreetly
What a pity for our piccies
We are sick to our stomach
And I won't tell you another thing
submit simple return
Sun temp in degrees could get burn
Lad I'm perfy in the piccy no need blurring
And crystal on the collaby I'm not slurring
Outti on it
and post up piccy
If you're not really rollin' with me?
I'm in the studio goin' silly
Bro's them with me, like the phones not goin' silly
Love for my
my head, like, this shit
Is it in the plan?
Woah, killing every rhythm with a bang
Gyal's tryna send piccies of her
Titties to the gang (Ahh)
Swear man
ain't looking for no piccy no photo
Up and down your block jumpy like a pogo
Talking to the Jake's round here is a nono
Certain someone didn't understand
finna empty all my Lizzie on bombs
Always stay busy with a ciggy on my lippy and a filter on the piccy, Nikon
I'm a skinny little kiddy from the Middy
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